Chapter 1

"There's no such thing as a secret when I'm around."

We all knew B as the emo kid, the isolated child who slits his wrists in the bathroom between classes with anything sharp he can find: a paper clip, a pen, a sheet of cardstock. We all ignored the blood stains seeping through his sleeve while we stood nearby. We were forced to sit by him; forced to speak with him. We pretended to be his friends...

*Trigger Warning- Self Harm*